This guy has a shit ton of money!
Noel scratched his beards.
He was in a bedroom. A quite luxurious one.
Tall white walls with expensive artwork and decor plastered over it extended as far as he could see. The ceilings were high and the windows were wide, draped in heavy, tailored purple curtains.
At the right side was a sitting area with brown leather armchairs, a warm fireplace and a private study desk.
The center of the room held a super-king size bed, firmly dressed in exotic Egyptian cotton sheets, and a tidy pile of pillows—which was definitely larger than his frame could possibly need. The pillows rested on a custom made headboard, upholstered in suede and other rich fabrics.
He instinctively knew the unnatural width of the bed was for…'external relations'.
Noel did a full 360° with his eyes, rotating about his own axis as his bulky feet sluggishly dragged on the carpet.
Every piece of furniture was made of polished wood, with a few pieces of marble embedded in it. There was a walk-in wardrobe attached, with bespoke cabinetry and automated lighting.
A statement light fixture hung overhead, emitting ambient lights that gave the room a faint sense of warmth.
Noel was in a daze. Not out of amazement but confusion.
His memories had become a little clearer now.
Wasn't he the last human on earth?
Before he could question his reality any further, a maid walked into the room.
Her uniform was quite revealing.
Dressed in white and black that exposed her frontal region, as well as a huge portion of her thighs, she drew closer, greeting in a seductive manner.
"Good morning, Master!"
"Master again, huh?" he mumbled to himself.
Just how depraved was this old fuck?
"Morning" he greeted promptly, refocusing on his thoughts.
She seemed surprised.
"Urmm…you have a meeting today," she said, looking slightly embarrassed. Her knuckles pressed tightly against her hips as she bowed, biting her lips.
Noel looked back at her. "You can leave now."
He sounded perfectly calm but his mind was in chaos.
Meeting? With who?
Why's she here?
What am I supposed to do?
What am I not doing?
Noel followed her frame with his eyes, as she disappeared behind the door. When she left, he decided to put on something smart, realising that he was still in towels.
But as he approached the wardrobe, the closet opened by itself, as if aware of his presence.
Noel was startled, jolting backwards in surprise.
A screen materialised before him, but it wasn't from the System.
He inspected it closely.
What is this thing?
It glowed in a strange, mystical light that wasn't quite magic. Several words which were foreign to him were plastered over it, with different images arranged next to them.
They were clothing suggestions.
Noel realised he could understand what the words read, despite not knowing the language.
At the top was a brief weather forecast, and a calendar event that re-mentioned his meeting today.
'Official meeting by 13:00' it read.
Noel glanced back at the outfit combinations stacked before him. The entire set up was foreign to him, so like a primitive monkey, he decided to believe by feeling.
He pointed out his index finger and touched the screen.
There was no distortion. This really wasn't illusionary magic of some sort. What he felt was a cold, dull surface by his fingertips.
Then a new message appeared, overlapping the others.
(Nice Selection!)
Noel heard two fast beeps and then something wheeling behind the cabinet. Before he had time to get confused, the automated rails of the closet spun, highlighting and presenting a matching outfit.
It came towards him as if prompted by a mysterious force. At the same time, drawers slid open beneath, revealing matching shoes and accessories.
Everything looked expensive.
Noel bit his lip and scratched his head. He wasn't accustomed to wealth.
He looked left and right, as if wearing that outfit was a first degree crime and that someone would jump in and arrest him.
Nevertheless, in a few minutes, he was in a well ironed, exotic brown suit. He had a red tie fitted to his neck that matched well with his pocket square.
But he was worried.
While he held the suit in his hands, he had exclaimed about its size, wondering how something so big was going to fit him.
It did. Perfectly.
In fact, he could feel it tighten around his bulging stomach, making him fear that the button was going to fly off.
Noel, who was still of course accustomed to his previous body, lamented in sorrow.
The screen before him had flipped to the other side too, revealing a mirror that showed him his full portrait.
He looked like a huge mass of fat, loosely covered with flesh that was suffocated by his own clothes. His non-existent jawline had layers of skin that folded downwards, completely covering both his neck and collar.
How was it even possible to look bad in a suit?
Noel stumbled backwards and sat on the chair by his study desk.
Sigh…
His body felt like a prison.
But that wasn't a priority. Lightly tapping his forehead with his middle finger, he tried assembling his thoughts once again.
He was supposed to be the last human on earth. And then was the Time Lord special authority.
It didn't take long for him to realise.
I've gone back in time!
A black rectangular thing buzzed, resting on the table beside him. Out of curiosity, Noel picked up the object and inspected it.
It was about the size of his palm.
He could feel it vibrate, sending signals across his hand. Fiddling, he lightly tapped it with his finger.
Once again, a screen showed up. However, it wasn't hovering in the air. It was seemingly engraved onto the glass front of the object.
Observing it, he realised that it told the time, some data in percentage format, and a few weird logos which were smaller than those in the wardrobe.
Noel tapped it again.
The picture on the screen faded, sharply replaced by a different view. He could see a number of small logos with rounded frames that were laid on a larger picture, spread over the entire span of the screen.
Seems everything works by tapping.
He tapped it again. A text that said 'Your Apps' popped up and after it were more of those logos, arranged in neat rows and columns.
Noel mumbled the words that appeared beneath each of those logos:
"Faketube, Camera, Calendar…Settings…"
What is this thing?
Noel froze, realising he had skipped a crucial detail.
What era is this?
At once, he jolted to his feet, dropping the phone and parting the curtains.
Or rather he was about to, but they slid open themselves.
Noel's eyes shot forward.
Beyond the transparent glass was a foreign yet alluring sight.
There were these extremely tall buildings rising from the road below, with countless windows littered all over their surface. When he looked to the side, he saw that some of them had balconies, with even more windows for each floor.
Only when he looked lower, did he notice that he was also in a quite opulent infrastructure. Noticing that each window signified a floor, he estimated that he was somewhere around 10th floor to 12th floor.
He looked even lower.
On the road were several strange markings, having white and yellow lines painted on its smooth black surface. There was an object standing on one side, which would occasionally emanate either red, yellow or green light.
Noel could see people—as small as they looked, going about their daily businesses by the sidewalk.
On the road were strange metallic creatures. They had two eyes that occasionally pulsed with unknown energy, illuminating the path beyond them as if the sun wasn't enough.
They were of different colours, shapes, and sizes, but they all had four limbs, save for the modernised 'bicycles' he saw riding along.
Their limbs were actually wheels. The vehicles sped swiftly, leaving a streak of dazzling lights that impressed him.
Noel heard a slight rumble from above. Looking upward, he saw a white, strange looking bird fly in a straight line as it bolted from cloud to cloud.
He was intrigued.
[Truth finder]
Noel's irises developed a different colour almost instantly. Suddenly shifting from black to brown, he threw a glance at the bird in the sky.
It wasn't a bird. It was a plane.
Although he hadn't seen one before.
Is this really the past?
Smart wardrobes, tall buildings, cars and now something that actually flies in the sky. All without magic.
How?
This level of technology could not have possibly existed in the past.
Noel bit his lip even harder than before.
"What era is this?!" He asked out loud, unable to contain his curiosity.
His System responded.
[You've been thrown into a timeline where you didn't exist.]
"...."
Heh?